All the Wrong Reasons

Content warning: In addition to F/d incest, themes include dubcon/reluctance, and free use.

A month into quarantine and Audrey could already tell the professor's heart wasn't in it. She wanted to shake the elderly man by the shoulders in frustration.

At least you're still being paid for it

, she wanted to rant at him. The virtual lecture hall of almost a hundred students are paying to watch a low rez video of you reading off a powerpoint.

At least show some enthusiasm.

She sat back in her uncomfortable folding chair at the tiny IKEA table shoved into the corner of the guest room. She could go looking for another chair. If she asked Iain he would probably buy her one, but she didn't because she didn't really want to ask that man anything. Also, a small part of her was hoping that her discomfort signaled to the universe that she could and wanted to leave at any time. Preferably now. But the universe fucking hates her so she understands none of it ever works that way.

She left the lecture running on her laptop to grab herself a drink of water. Some professors had started asking people to turn on their webcams to ensure they were 'present' for the lecture. Audrey was already running out of shits to give - she doubted this professor even knew what a webcam was. It was a long way to the kitchen from her guest room. She chose that room for that purpose. It was to ensure she would see as little of Iain as possible throughout the day. Due to his unnecessarily over sized house, it was quite easy to avoid her biological father.

Or sperm donor, as she used to insist on calling him before they met. But now it seemed wrong to use the word 'sperm' at all when referring to him.

Audrey shook her head and grabbed her glass of water. Halfway up the stairs back to the second floor, she clearly heard a moan and she froze. Go back to your room, she told herself firmly. Go back to your fucking room and close the door.

Instead she stood at the other end of the house, steps silent on the plush, clean carpet, glass in hand. The moans continued, the slick sounds accompanying it loud and clear. Carefully, she leaned to look through the doorway.

Iain, dressed in a crisp white shirt with the front unbuttoned, sat with his head thrown back on his office chair. He was facing away and to the side of the room so would not see her at the door but from the side Audrey could clearly see her father's very erect cock in his hand. It was thick, perfectly proportioned, veiny, beautiful, and Audrey hated it.

Her lower belly clenched as Iain gave a loud moan, one of a different pitch and urgency. She recognized it and knew what was going to happen.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," he said in a strained voice. Audrey felt her panties grow wet. "Fuck!"

A fountain of cum spewed out, splashing onto his exposed belly and chest. Audrey watched until the last spurt escaped his too-pretty dick before she was able to silently move away from the door. She tried to feel shame about the whole thing: even if Iain was an attractive man, she had no business ever being attracted to him. It was inappropriate. Biology was supposed to have some sort of safeguard against it. Why can't she be disgusted at seeing her own father's cock?

She berated herself for the rest of the lecture while sitting in her own arousal pooling in her underwear. What the fuck was wrong with her? Her situation was bad enough, why does she have to be this way? She needed to stop.

Instead, when the lecture finished, she slammed the laptop shut and shoved her hand down the front of her pants and rubbed her clit until she came. Her face flushed with arousal and embarrassment but at the same time her mind only had images of her father.

--

At midnight, her door opened in the dark and Iain joined her on the small guest bed. She had prepared for this: she had a long shower and wore the stretchy cotton panties under the black nightie he seemed to favor. Him masturbating earlier in the day only meant he's hornier at night. Audrey discovered this over the weeks she's been there.

She had no idea how they fell into this arrangement so easily. There was certainly no discussion over it. They had come to an unspoken agreement that during quarantine, Iain could use her and he would allow her to live with him and pay for her college tuition.

A month before classes started, she failed to get an apartment and the city was too much in shambles to go hunting for one. The dorm rooms were under lock down as well and Audrey wasn't able to get a room. Her mother lived in another city with her new husband, happily disengaged with whatever trouble went Audrey's way. It was honestly the worst case scenario that forced Audrey to ask Iain to stay at his house since he lived in the same city as her university. He had not been a part of her life at all and they were nearly strangers, but he'd agreed to house her, to her surprise. He even asked for her college information and she found her tuition paid in full the next day.

Audrey thought it was too good to be true, until that first time he visited her at night. She remembered thinking "so this is what the catch is" and feeling strangely calm about it. At no point did he hurt her and he smelled good. It felt surreal in the dark. The cherry on top was how good Iain was with his fingers. Her face burned every time she remembered how quickly and how hard she came that first time.

It was supposed to mess her up. Instead she found herself looking forward to it, even hoping to catch him masturbating during the day. Perhaps she was already messed up to not put a stop to it.

That night, she happened to be on her side, leg thrown over the bunched up comforter. Iain fitted himself behind her, spooning her. As usual, they didn't speak. One of his hands languidly touched her, smoothing her hair and caressing her arm. She could already feel his cock pressing up to her bottom, hard and insistent. He brushed the hair away from the back of her neck and kissed her there as he kept running his fingers up and down her side and arm.

After she started relaxing under his touch, he lifted the hem of her nightie over the swell of her hips to expose her thighs and panties. He ran his fingers over the flesh of her thighs, then wandered upwards to fondle her ass. He took a deep breath, then pulled her by the hip towards him to nestle his cock again against her bottom.

He then pulled down the thin shoulder strap of her nightie and prompted her to pull her arm through. The fabric pulled down under the small swell of her breast. His hand palmed the exposed breast as he humped her from behind. His breathing grew faster as he humped her faster, harder, stimulating his dick between her ass cheeks. Often that would be all he asked of her and he would cum inside his boxers.

Occasionally he'll pull down her panties and hump her exposed ass. Very rarely he'll pull out his dick and nestle it between her ass cheeks and ejaculate all over her bare skin and lower back. Never has he done more than that.

Every time, his expert fingers would find her damp slit, feeling it through the fabric of her panties. He would play with her for a few minutes, then slip his hand into her underwear and rub her clit. Every time, Audrey would whimper out a refusal.

"Please stop," she'd whisper. She didn't want to be mortified at how much she enjoyed it any longer. It was wrong how good it felt. "Please don't do this anymore."

Each time Iain would ignore her and continue playing with her slippery clit, then eventually slip a finger into her. His humping would sync with the finger fucking her. This time her underwear was pushed down to her knees and she could feel his cock was released from the boxers and the heat of her father's bare skin warmed her ass as she got finger fucked. It was one of those rare times where there was skin on skin contact. She could feel his mouth kiss and suckle the back of her neck, probably leaving a hickey.

She felt her pussy tighten. "No," she groaned, more towards her arousal than Iain. "No."

Iain made a low rumbling noise and his finger slipped out sloppily and he worked her clit. He pressed her into the bunched up duvet she was still hugging, sandwiching her lower body between it and him. She could feel his precum painting her ass crack as he kept humping her.

"Say it," he grunted in her ear. "Say it and cum for me."

Audrey moaned and orgasmed sharply in his hand. "Daddy!" she gasped, arching her back and pushing her bottom hard against his erection. "Daddy!"

Iain swore and she felt the length of his cock twitch between her ass and hot cum splashed up to her lower back as he sawed his erection against her ass. He gave a few shudders, then rolled onto his back to catch his breath. After a few minutes of his cum cooling on her back, she heard a rustle of movement, the sound of tissue pulled out of the box, then felt Iain clean up his mess from her back. The underwear carefully pulled back over her hips, the nightie straightened out - it was as if she hadn't been humped just minutes earlier.

The door opened and closed again and Audrey was left to doze in the dark, the magic dispelled. If she imagined hard enough, she could almost be convinced it was all a dream.

--

This wooden chair situation wasn't going to work out. How did people do it in the past? Uncomfortable wooden chairs were the norm at some point. Didn't Emily Dickenson work with some tiny table and a wooden chair? Audrey stood to stretch out her back and sore hips. Ghosts of people from the 1800's must be laughing at her right now.

She closed her laptop after another pointless and boring lecture and crashed onto her bed to stare at the ceiling pensively. This wasn't going to work. Her head rolled to look to her side, off the edge of the bed. She spotted the mesh wire garbage can sitting next to the nightstand, clumps of used tissue paper at the bottom. It was the only evidence of what happened last night.

What would Iain do if she asked for something like a chair - a nice chair, with a headrest, armrests and adjustable height? Maybe even one she can recline back in?

Say it and cum for me.

Audrey shuddered and squeezed her legs together, trying to will away the humiliating memories of his hand down her pants. But then her gaze returned to her super sad set-up, the plain white table and the spindly wooden chair, her back groaning in dismay at just the sight of it.

She rolled around the bed, smushing her face into the pillow. She can't possibly be considering it. There must be some sort of mantra college students should live by: thou shalt not exchange sex for nice office furniture, especially not with your own freaking father. A part of her is already shrugging it off: if shenanigans were already happening at night, she might as well get a better chair out of it. Rolling onto her back, she begged any lingering ghosts from the 1800's not to judge her. Her decision definitely wasn't because she liked any of it.

Iain was in his office, typing away. Although he worked from home like the rest of his employees, he still maintained wearing dress shirts and pressed suit pants as he frequently went on video calls. In fact, Audrey rarely ever saw him out of formal business wear, the only exceptions were late at night, in the darkness of her room.

He only glanced up at her in acknowledgment, the typing not slowing or waning. Audrey found her words come out in a rush.

"I need a better chair," she said. She gestured at the fancy leather clad one Iain sat at. "I don't need one as nice as yours but something more comfortable than the one I have."

She awkwardly stood at the door as he seemed to ignore her. After several long minutes, he stopped typing and looked up to study her. "Alright," he finally said. "Is there anything else you need?"

Audrey opened and closed her mouth several times. She was almost prepared to argue with him, thinking she'll need to convince him how much she needed a better seat. Then she wanted to know just how much it'll cost her. That question failed her.

Iain patiently waited, still studying her. At one point, his gaze trailed down her body and she felt it like it was a physical, hot touch. She wondered if he would jack off again right then and there.

"Just the chair is fine," she finally said. "Thank you."

He smiled then, gorgeous lips lifting at the corners but no humor touched his eyes. It was as if he was thinking to himself "you shouldn't thank me." His attention returned to his laptop to resume typing.

She was dismissed.

--

At midnight, she woke to the sound of her curtains opening. The skies were clear and the moon was out. When she turned to look, she could clearly see the round celestial body just out the window. It cast the room in a pale silvery light, the illumination reaching her bed and shone on her body.

Iain was in his boxers, an erection already tenting it. Audrey swallowed as she watched him walk to the darkened side of her bed, opposite of the window. She was about to turn away from him to give him space to spoon her in their usual position, but he shook his head.

"Stay on your back," he whispered. They always whispered or spoke very quietly. There was no reason to, they were the only two people in the giant house.

Still standing on the side of the bed, Iain leaned down to kiss her shoulder, then her cheek and forehead. Their noses bumped when he moved his face down and chastely pecked her lips. He hesitated after, their lips millimeters apart, hot breath spreading over her face. Then he groaned and sank down for a real kiss.

Audrey felt her body clench in arousal with the open mouth kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting her deeply. She squirmed as if trying to evade the pleasure. She should be pushing away, denying such a sexual, romantic kiss from the man who sired her but his gorgeous mouth was almost magnetic. The kiss was reciprocated.

One of his large hands smoothed over her tummy, slipping easily under her t-shirt. She only wore a shirt and underwear that night. She let out an involuntary moan when his fingers caressed the undersides of her breasts then started playing with a nipple. Her hands gripped the bedding under her as his hands then traveled down her body to find her pussy.

Those damn fingers again. Audrey moaned into his hot kisses as he played with her slit through the underwear, rubbing her clit expertly until she grew wet. Iain broke off the kiss so he can watch himself hike down her damp underwear. She looked down and saw the moonlight lit everything up and her father could see everything clearly - she gasped and tried to cover up with her hands but Iain stopped her.

"No, watch me finger you," he said hoarsely, his fingers returning to her slit. "Lift your shirt."

Audrey reluctantly complied, pulling the bottom of her shirt up to her chin over the small swell of her breasts. The hand not fingering her went to palm one of them. Doing this out in the light - even if it was weak moonlight - made everything so much more intense and shameful. It was like shining proof on how far she's fallen and how messed up she was.

"N-no," she moaned as she watched her father's fingers slip into her. "Please..."

"Look at how wet you are," Iain rumbled down at her. She could see how his fingers glistened, could hear the sounds his hand made with her pussy. "Cum with my fingers in you, baby."

"No," Audrey nearly cried out. "Don't look."

She had come to terms with it in the dark. It was a mindset she could force herself into, as if convincing herself it didn't exist if she couldn't really see anything. But now she laid out like a sacrifice and she could see her father's fingers ramming into her - it was all too much. She wanted to at least cover up. She wanted a way to deny it was happening. She wanted him to stop watching her.

Iain didn't look away for one second, his hot gaze greedily absorbing every detail of her orgasm as she arched her back and came. Her hips jerked up into his hand, the walls of her pussy squeezed his thick fingers. Worst of all was him watching her expression as she came. Now he knew for sure that she loved what he did to her.

He took his hand away from her spasming pussy, pulled down his boxers and his erection jutted out over her as he knelt beside her. Using his hand still covered in her juices, he jerked himself over her exposed body, right over her navel. "Fuck, baby, daddy's gonna cum," he gasped right when he exploded over her torso.

She watched every drop of it spray and drip onto her, some splattered her tits. Viscous streaks of it trailed from the tip of his cock down to her belly. When his dick could give no more, he collapsed down on the bed beside her to catch his breath.

That night, when he got the tissues to clean her off, he studied her face with the wad of tissue in his hand afterwards. Something inexplicable passed between them: it was as if a whole conversation happened without either of them making a sound. Iain finally threw away the tissue then leaned down to give her another kiss.

It was slow, sweet, but not at all chaste. It was a kiss between lovers but Audrey felt he was careful - it was as if he was trying to apologize in his own messed up way. She thought kissing him outside the mindset of 'horny sex time' would be gross but she liked it. Post-nut clarity was apparently not a thing in this house.

The chair arrived a day later. She had to assemble it but that wasn't too hard - she just had to attach the base to the seat and screw in the wheels. He even bought her a lumbar pillow along with it that made it extra comfortable.

Iain appeared at the doorway when she finished, looking amused as she spun on her new chair. "It's great!" Audrey said happily. "Thank you."

He gave a curt nod, looked hesitant, then jerked his chin towards her small table. "Looks like you could use a better table too," he said. He gave her a meaningful look. "Let me know when you want one."

--

When Audrey didn't say anything, Iain didn't push. They fell back into the same routines of ignoring each other in the day and secretly humping each other in the dead of night. She wasn't forced to reveal herself at night again either.

She should be relieved but it gnawed at her. Was her father disappointed? If she put off asking for things for too long, would he deny her? Was it wrong of her to want to 'advance' such a twisted relationship? At what point will the humping turn into fucking?

If she was being dead honest, her pussy frequently clenched at the thought - she wasn't some naive virgin, she'd had plenty of partners before coming here. None of them had magic fingers and none of them anywhere near her father's age, but it was experience all the same. She hadn't quite decided if fucking Iain was a good or bad thing yet - all she knew was that she was probably horny enough to do it.

But she had to hold herself to some sort of standard, right? Like it wasn't right to want to do it. She shouldn't be seeking it out, not with Iain.

One day, Audrey considered the importance of timing in her requests: it probably wasn't best to ask Iain in the morning when he could grow hornier throughout the day. He would have too much time to think about all the things he could do. What if she asked him immediately after he blew a load?

So one night, at midnight, when they did their usual tango with finger fucking and ass humping, she asked as he was leaving her dark room.

"I want a new desk," she said before he could step out the door.

Iain seemed to freeze at the door. He was silent for a long time, then she saw his darkened figure shift. "Ask me again tomorrow," he said. "Just after 11 in the morning."

Damn. Audrey agreed and he left, closing the door behind him. Luckily for her, she didn't have online classes at 11 and so she went to his office like he requested. To her surprise, she heard him speaking on the phone with someone.